001 ♓ Her Imperious Condescension: Wake

[cullionfish]

[Action; 724 Anderson Lane]

[Condesce wakes with a hell of a lot of cramps in almost every joint in her body, so much so that she doesn't even sit up right away. Instead, she rests her claws over her eyes with an agitated growl. There's a silent pause as she pulls them back to observe a substance that she had pulled from the surface of her hair.

...was that flour?]

...Rupert!


[Action; Streets of Mayfield]

[Condesce appears mostly back to normal health, save for a nasty scar around her neck, mostly healed though still displaying that rich tyrian hue from where Signless had attacked her. She doesn't seem to interested in speaking to anyone, but she's not letting anyone walk past her without staring them dead in the eyes first.]


[Phone]

I believe a Karkat Vantas was looking to speak to me?

["Speak".]

Comments

[cullionfish]

[She notices that shade and the corners of her lips quirk upwards slightly. Her amusement halted at the indigos, but at least the bluebloods had respect in their favor. Ceruleans never knew quite when to hold their tongue.

Granted, it was another wiggler, but she was almost thankful for that. She was starting to get annoyed with the others' insolence. But then again, she was hardly a matron of any sort.]

Of course. And who might you be?

[frothymilk]

[They have no sense of humor, but hey, at least they know how to kiss ass, right?]

Equius Zahhak, Your Imperiousness. On Alternia, I had hoped to be one of your loyal Archeradicators.